If blood was what the Greek wanted, blood was certainly what he got.
The hard enamel of the sink surface made a loud crack against Susano'o's nose, breaking it and allowing the blood to immediately start to flow from it. The pain that shot up from his nose to his brain made him curse loudly, his hands grabbing wildly for some tangible surface or limb to hold onto.
With an anguished cry, he forcefully backed up into the Greek and pushed him hard onto the next available surface, which in this case was the toilet. When both of them stumbled over it, Susano'o quickly got up to his feet, but with a bit of sway in his standing as the blood continued to flow out of his nose.
"Why the nose?!" he shouted at the Greek, pissed beyond relief at the annoying pain pulsing throughout his face before stumbling again towards the floor at the lightheaded feeling from the blood loss. Cursing loudly once more, Susano'o stopped trying to fight the effects of losing blood and rested for a second against the wall.
"Did I ever mention who I was?" Susano'o asked spontaneously, squinting at the Greek for a moment before blinking hard.